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yazminbraginski · 15 days ago

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☆ stalkertalia: watching you during “alone time”!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and america, canada, china, & russia. warning for nsfw, stalking (watching you from outside your house for america & canada, watching you through cameras in your home for china, watching you from your closet for russia), mentions of dumping a body (alfred), fantasies of rough sex, fantasies of freaky stuff in general, some degradation (canada), & masturbation. requested by anon. masterlist ; here. 📌 . . . author notes: this takes place after the most recently posted stalkertalia!canada fic. reader’s genitalia is not mentioned, i tried to keep it vague for the sake of gender neutrality. they’re all quite freaky here.

alfred f. jones!

— god, did he get lucky! he’d had a shitty week after a fight with his brother. getting rid of bodies wasn’t something he enjoyed doing and matthew’s lucky alfred cares so much about family and brotherhood or else he wouldn’t have helped at all. his cheeks flush some when he sees your form through the window, your pants and underwear pulled down as you sit on your bed. it feels almost like a thank you from christ for being patient with his brother and dumping that guy in the lake. a blessing, that’s what it is, seeing you roll your head back some. a complete blessing.

— aren’t you naughty, spreading your legs like that, just barely hiding what’s between your thighs… he can’t tell if you’re using a toy or your hand, but it’s arousing either way. he’s less focused on what you’re doing and more focused on the faces you make, the way he can almost hear your moans from down in the bushes.

— he likes that you’re fast with whatever you’re doing. there’s some build up, but you seem to enjoy a quicker past. he’d do you fast, too, if you’d fucking let him. you’ve yet to let him in your house, something that drives him crazy. just another thing his brother’s got that he doesn’t: a partner who lets him in. emotionally, and also, y’know, in your house. he could be fucking you so good right now, pounding into you while you bury your face in your pillows.. maybe you even cry a little. or maybe you like to ride on top, facing him, and he can squeeze that ass of yours and… fuck, he’s so hard it hurts.

— it’s not his first time jerking off in your bushes. far from it, actually, not that you’d ever notice the cum stains left in the dirt of your backyard. they’re dried and unnoticeable by the time you ever go out, and who pays that much attention to bushes anyways? he’s tempted to call you, to masturbate together on the phone… but you wouldn’t go for that, not yet. so he’ll settle for this instead.

— he’s damn near choking his dick by the time your head rolls back again, your cries becoming louder. he squeezes, he pumps, he fucks his fist so hard that he can’t help but groan softly. ultimately, he manages to sync his fervent, desperate jerking with your own moans. alfred’s eyes close as he imagines it’s you he’s fucking instead of his own hand.

— you cum first, something he almost misses through his own haze, finishing seconds after you. he pants as quietly as he can, watching you as you savor your orgasm. oh, if only he could stay… but crouching by your bushes with a messy cock doesn’t sound too appealing, to be frank. don’t worry, he’ll get his fair share of you when he calls once he’s home and teases you about your libido.

matthew williams!

— after that incident with the other guy and the lake, he’s suddenly not allowed in your house. fair enough, he supposes. sometimes a couple needs space from each other and he can’t claim to be the happiest with you, either, at the moment. he’s content to wait and stalk until you take him back like you always do. speaking of stalking…

— it’s not hard to get close to your window without you knowing, especially when you’re downstairs. you’re set up on the couch, turning on the tv and watching a movie he thought was normal. williams quickly realizes when he’s staring at a screen full of nudity that you’re not watching a movie, you’re watching a porno. go figure, considering how fucking filthy you are. he finds his frows furrowing as he sees you beginning to touch yourself. funny, he thinks as you moan. you’re too distraught to see him, but not too distraught to grunt his name while you masturbate.

— he opts not to make his presence known, choosing to take pictures as you masturbate. he didn’t bring his camera, so his phone will have to do. matthew takes lots of photos, especially as you climax — oh? he chuckles to himself, his pants tenting as he watches you whimper. you take a moment to breathe before preparing for a second round with yourself, pulling out a dildo.

— he watches as you stretch yourself out on the toy, sliding it in and out of your hole. you probably wish it was him. or maybe you’re still thinking of that other guy. he huffs softly, blood running hot just at the thought. he’ll have to fuck those thoughts out of you if that’s the case. he palms himself at thought of it, fucking you so hard and deep that you babble and cry. making sure he’s all you think about as you cum for the umpteenth time on his cock. “mm…” it’s just his dick talking and he knows it, but god is it a tempting fantasy.

— as mad as he may be with you, he can’t help but undo his pants buckle and jerk off as you masturbate before him. naturally, he syncs his pumping with your own; he’s a romantic at heart, after all. you’re disgusting but so is he. you deserve each other fully, he thinks, not just the good but the bad of each other, too.

— with that thought in mind, he cums alongside you. as much as you try not to, you groan out his name as you cum. outside and in a much quieter manner, he groans yours in return, thumb squeezing the tip of his dick as he squirts ropes along the ground. “fuck,” he grunts, quickly trying to put himself back together. once he’s home, he finds himself looking at one of the many photos he has of you and smiling. you’re a little closer to his forgiveness and all you had to do was cum.

yao wang!

— he wasn’t aware that you were going to masturbate at first. he thought maybe you were changing for a nap. as you settle on the bed and begin touching yourself, however, he quickly realizes the truth. it doesn’t make him blush, wang only smiles at your energy. you’re rather passionate about playing with yourself, which he finds endearing. he can only imagine how you’d be during sex with another…

— yao watches through the two cameras he had set up in your bedroom. he has countless cameras in your house, some more amateur and others more professional. he paid off one of your friends to put in the amateur ones, but those aren’t the ones in your bedroom. no, your bedroom is deserving only of the best (much like you are, in wang’s eyes), so both cameras are high resolution beauties. it’s perfect for a time like this.

— he admires how enthusiastic you get as you continue on. you don’t hold back on yourself, that’s for sure. it’s enrapturing, and, aside from sexually, it’s artistically beautiful. the way your cheeks flush as you get worked up, the way your moans and groans and cries grow louder and louder until you close your eyes and just whimper through it. self inflicted overstimulation — yao finds it interesting, your sexual choices. he notes them for later down the line.

— he’s fully content to just watch. though your little show is definitely arousing, he’s actually in his office at the moment. it’d be too risky to start masturbating with secretaries walking in and out of his office, dropping papers off and picking other papers up. really, it’s risky enough watching you on one of his monitors with his airpods in. he’s turned the screen towards himself, but if anyone walks behind his desk, wang might be a little screwed.

— eventually, as you grow closer to your climax (he can tell by how loud you’re being), he begins to record. just because he’s older doesn’t mean his libido is lacking! he needs this footage for future masturbation sessions. you whine, whimper, and groan out as you cum, all sounds that flow through his airpods and seem to go straight to his dick.

— he’s a man of self control, but not a man without needs. as you wrap up your masturbation session, yao saves the recording and turns off his monitor, intent on starting his. “i’m taking an early lunch,” he mutters as an excuse, pushing out of the office.

ivan braginsky!

— he thinks it’s cute when you masturbate! there’s nothing quite like watching you make yourself squirm and whine. it’s nice, sitting back as you do all the hard work of working yourself up. your act of bravado falls as you let a string of unintelligible words and filthy noises slip from your sweet lips. still, he’d like to break that cocky attitude for himself, soon, like breaking in pointe shoes — cracking, bending, beating, stomping, carving even — anything to make the shoe more comfortable. or in this case, to make you more suitable to him.

— but that comes later. for now he’s content to just watch you rut against a toy from the darkness of your closet. if only he could burst out right now and make you grind against his polished shoe.. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? whatever makes you happy. he wouldn’t mind you doing that in the mornings, then having to clean his soiled shoe before you both head out to work. ah, domesticity.

— the closet is a new spot for ivan, but he’s beginning to enjoy it a lot. it’s not the most spacious place with all your clothes in it along with a few other things, but you rarely check your closet after a certain time at night. not to mention that it’s full of the smell of you. not perfume, but you, your scent. if you two were animals, he’d sniff you from head to toe just to get drunk off the smell of your musk. well, he’d do that as a human, too, actually.

— braginsky watches with intrigue as you line yourself up along a rather generously sized dildo, sliding down to the base. the dildo’s just about as big as he is… and you take it perfectly, albeit with a fair amount of whimpering. tears begin to well in your eyes and he bites his lip, feeling himself grow hard. he’d kiss away those tears if he could… tell you it’s okay, tell you not to move. let you cockwarm him until you’re ready and then —

— just as he thinks it, you lift yourself up some, gripping the sheets of the bed around you as you sink back down on it. you do this a few more times, slowly, carefully, before picking up speed. just how he would’ve done… he was built for you, surely. and you were built for him. it was so clear now, even as his mind grew hazy from arousal hearing you moan. the squelching sounds of you sliding up and down that dildo only spur him on and it isn’t long before he’s palming himself in the closet.

— you’re loud when you cum. he likes that. unfortunately, he hasn’t yet reached his finish line. don’t worry, he’ll get there once you’re asleep. your head will rest so nicely against the pillow as he kneels beside your bed, jerking off before you as if he were praying to a silent statue of a saint.

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yazminbraginski · 28 days ago

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Hetalia x Squid Game

(CW: blood, but nothing crazy)

DON’T MIND MY UGLY AHH ART

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yazminbraginski · 1 month ago

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Its me again (i hope you don't mind i am in you ask again 😅)

So uh do you have headcanon for yandere russia and canada with their s/o?

Thx 🌻

holy SHIT i got carried away 😭😭😭 this was supposed to be a short post, but i got too deep into their characterization. and don't worry!! i appreciate your asks! anyways, here we go guys... please heed the warnings!

Yandere Russia and Yandere Canada Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, domestic violence, implied NSFW, self-harm, manipulation, forced feminization, dubious consent, stalking, long post ahead!

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Russia

How the relationship started

Your relationship with Ivan first started with you doing some mundane thing, but he was there at the right place and the right time, and something about you intrigued him. Be it at a restaurant eating a strange food combination, seeing you early in the morning with your hair wet and rushing to get somewhere, or even getting a glimpse of your mismatched socks when you walked past him and didn't even pay him any mind. That was enough to seal your fate as his property. His mind can't seem to stop running with thoughts of you, how are you, why are you, and he needs to scratch that itch.

Ivan sends out a private investigator to stalk you basically, and provide him with your daily schedule. Once Ivan has your schedule, he dismisses the investigator, and takes matters into his own hands by stalking you himself, and trying to insert himself into your daily life.

Then, it was just a matter of getting to know you, courting you with expensive gifts and dates, then fully dooming yourself when you accepted him as your boyfriend.

Expectations

Ivan is very blunt with what he wants. Not very long into your relationship, around a month or so, he asks you to move in with him. Any sort of opposition or protest will be stonewalled by this; "We will be married and living together someday anyways. Why fight it? Don't you love me?"

So, whether you like it or not, you move in with him in his giant, lonely house.

There are no maids and none of the Baltic states to be seen, and this is because Ivan expects you to fulfill the role of a housewife, regardless of your gender. So he'd like for you to do chores yourself and to clean up around the house while he's gone. He doesn't expect perfection from your cleaning, in fact, he finds it a little charming when some areas aren't clean or spotless. His house was huge and you were only so small.

On the topic of fulfilling the role of his housewife, he expects you to do other things that make you fit the role even more, such as giving him affection, cooking for him, and keeping up a good front when guests are around. He wants the two of you to evoke the image of a traditional married couple so badly, and if you fail to meet those requirements...

Punishments

Ivan can be cruel. He doesn't tolerate rebellion very well, and his punishments are always physical.

He is a very touchy man, and if you fail to reciprocate his touch, or actively shy away from it, he'll only get more aggressive. His hugs will feel more suffocating, his grip on your jaw while he kisses you will feel bruising, and you swear, it feels like he's trying to crush your hand while he holds it, despite the sweet smile on his face..

If you continue to refuse him, he'll be much less subtle with his harm. One day, when you try to shove him away from you, his grip on your arm tightens to the point it feels like he might just snap it, and he pulls you close to whisper a threat into your ear; "Will you continue to be like this?"

If you say no and apologize, which would be your best option, he'll let out a strained breath and try to relax his clenched jaw, before letting up his grip on your arm and muttering an apology under his breath himself.

If you say yes... His jaw will tense up, and the look he gives you is bone-chilling. "Alright." He says, and doesn't give you much time to think before he drags you to the front door, and throws you out into the harsh cold, with only the clothes on your back.

You can cry and scream apologies and bang on the door all you want, but he's already walked away and drinking a bit of vodka to soothe his own nerves.

He'll keep you outside till you are on the brink of getting mild hypothermia. He waits there, thinking of how long it'd take for the cold to get to someone of your size and shape. He knows everything about snow, and he knows everything about you.

Right before you start to ebb in and out of consciousness, he opens the door, and drags you back inside, wiping the snow off of you and taking your weak, shivering body in his arms.

You cling to him, wanting to live in his house, his coat, and in his arms forever after experiencing the unforgiving hellscape that is the Russian winter.

Ivan mutters sweet nothings, the alcohol in his breath and the powdery smell of his clothing enveloping all your senses. He says that he wouldn't have to do this if you would've just obeyed him, that this is all your fault, and that he didn't want to do this and that he just loves you too much.

If you had any sense of self-preservation, you'll listen to him from now on, and if not... He wouldn't be above breaking a few bones. But you won't disobey him again, right? It's for your own good.

"I'm sorry, моя любовь.."

Rewards

Ivan is a very affectionate man, but he isn't the best at showing it vocally. He shows it in the lavish gifts and dates he goes on with you— Yes, he takes you out on dates. Only for special events or when he's feeling particularly affectionate, but he does it too because he feels he also has a role to fulfill as a doting, providing husband. He'd feel too bad if he just kept you locked up your whole life as his wife (and, also, he wants to test you.. He wants to see if you'll act up in public, and to see if he can trust you). Ivan feels it adds to the aesthetic of a married couple, too.

Besides that, he is INCREDIBLY physically affectionate. He has no sense of personal space at all, which may or may not be a bad thing to you, but regardless, what you think doesn't really matter, and he'll continue to invade it anyways.

He always calls you over to sit on his lap, he sleeps way too close to you, and he's always looming over your shoulder no matter where and what you're doing. As long as he's home, it's GUARANTEED he will be touching you in some way, shape or form.

Because of such things, Ivan is.. prone to getting intimate with you.

Unlike everything else, he actually sort of values your consent when it comes to the bedroom. Yes, he will make advances and be very touchy-feely, and maybe intimidate you a bit, but at the end of the day, if you keep refusing it, he'll let up, but his mood will noticeably be more tense.

Ivan is especially prone to this because clothing is one of his favorite things to gift you, he enjoys dressing you up in things he finds cute. And I mean literally. Whatever he buys for you, be it dresses, coats, or underwear, Ivan will want to be there to undress you and then dress you up in the things he bought himself. You're like his own cute little doll.

Regardless of your gender, Ivan will buy you feminine clothing and accessories. He may even be inclined to forcing you to grow out your hair.

He likes sniffing you. He rests his nose atop your scalp while hugging you, just to breathe in your scent. It calms him like nothing else in the world, and he feels alive again.

And during not-so-often times like these, he'll speak and voice his affections.

"I love you.. We are going to have a great life together."

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Canada

How the relationship started

Matthew would be completely enamored by you just.. noticing him on a regular basis. Nodding your head at him whenever you two walked by each other in the hallway, mumbling a hello whenever you two sat next to each other, and the mere act of your eyes meeting his. Fully looking at him, and not just straight through him. It always left him red and unable to calm his heart for the rest of the day, so it was only natural he'd fall head over heels for you.

His crush on you kept festering day by day, with him being too shy to continue the little interactions you have, and having such little experience with socializing that he wouldn't even know how to continue furthering this "relationship."

Matthew is rather delusional. He spends his days fantasizing about talking to you, hanging out with you, being with you romantically, and, more often than he'd like to admit, rather impure things... all while you're seated next to him, or while you're across from him, a heady stare through his foggy glasses.

Eventually, Matthew starts to believe that you two were already in a romantic relationship, despite being acquaintances at best, and he starts to get really insecure. What if you forget about him someday? What if you stop noticing him, and you just disappear from his life? He believes that other people you notice, any other person you notice, will jeopardize that oh so special relationship you and Matthew clearly have.

So, Matthew bites the bullet, and asks you out for lunch one day. You smiled and blushed at him so brightly as you accepted, and at that moment, he knew he'd dedicate everything he had in his life to worshipping you.

Expectations

Matthew still puts in an effort to appear like a normal boyfriend, unlike Ivan, so your relationship with him would progress much more naturally.

That doesn't mean he hasn't been doing anything weird, though.

Matthew's already been envisioning what it'd be like to have a family and grow old with you the first moment he heard your voice. All you said was, "Good morning." So what more now that you two are in a real, established, romantic relationship?

He fantasizes constantly about clinging to you like a lifeline and crying about how much he loves you, and to hear you feel the same way he does. He wants to pin you beneath him, letting him do all the work, and showing you just how much he loves you, while whispering praises and prayers to you with a crazed, devoted look in his violet eyes.

You two have only been together for three weeks.

...If it wasn't apparent, all he wants is for you to always, always be by his side.

He doesn't care much for appearances or services like Ivan does. If anything, Matthew wants to be the one to do nice things for you, though he would like it too if you did nice stuff for him once in a while. Though, just kissing him on the cheek is enough to keep him overjoyed for like a week straight.

He spends a lot of time doting on you and trying to prolong the time you guys have together for as much as he can. Honestly, for the most part, Matthew would play the role of a normal boyfriend rather well, and your relationship wouldn't be really turbulent, except for, well...

Punishments

Matthew hates it when you have to go. Usually, he very reluctantly drives you back home after a bit of a fight, but he's just so pitiful you could never find it in yourself to be mad at him. I think he'd be the type to cry whenever you two had any sort of disagreement.

When he's lucky, he can get you to stay the night, which absolutely sends him on cloud nine, but it's not often enough for his liking...

Things would boil over, though, when you had to leave earlier than usual because you had to go to do something, like hang out with a friend, visit your mother, anything of the sort, and Matthew gets really upset.

He starts this whole thing of begging you to stay, that "Aren't I more important than them? Please don't leave." and he's tearing up, his shaky fingers holding onto your sleeve.

"Matthew, please, just for tonight."

"I-I don't want you to go, though."

Then he's crying. Harder than he usually does, and he's looking at you like a kicked puppy.

How could you still go after seeing him like that?

Matthew then learns that he can win you over with his tears. If he just cries for you, you'll stay, won't you?

He'd never lay his hands on you, but he'd constantly guilt-trip you and manipulate you for things to go in his favor.

Violence is something he'd see as a last resort, but it's still something he'd use against everyone else and himself, but never you. He hates to hurt others, but if they get in the way of him and you, he'll do it. I feel like people forget that, while nowhere as strong as Alfred is, Matthew is still a pretty strong guy. He wouldn't ever kill anyone, but he'd severely hurt them, and he'd be hiding his face the whole time.

And yes, he'd hurt himself for you. Those crocodile tears are bound to stop working on you someday, and when that time comes, he'll harm himself and say that he'll just keep hurting himself if you aren't with him.

Then you'll just have to run back to him, tend to his wounds, and reassure him that you still love him and that you'll stay.

...But if you keep trying to run, he'll have to just lock you up so you won't look at anyone else ever again.

Rewards

Matthew is affectionate in every sense, though he tends to show it through the way he wants to do anything and everything with you.

He's always holding onto your hands, massaging little circles into it, getting your favorite snacks when he does his groceries, drying your hair after showers, arranging dates and cooking and cleaning for you as much as he can. He's naturally very doting.

He does his best for you, he really does.

Besides acts of service, Matthew just likes to spend time with you. Lazing around with you on the couch, playing with your hair, and gazing right into your eyes like you were heaven-sent. He always has the most lovestruck expression on his face whenever he's with you.

"...You're the only one for me, you know that?" He mumbles, almost as if he doesn't know he's even talking.

And he says this next line with such devotion dripping from his voice that it makes your blood run a little cold.

"...I love you so much. Never leave me.."

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(....guys was that decent. anyways! all art used is mine so if you're reading this, go give the original posts some love on my blog!)

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yazminbraginski · 1 month ago

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don't leave me

a/n: omg i'm finally getting to write this oneshot !! i've been wanting to do this for awhile now and i'm glad i've made some time to do it !! the reader in this is fic female and plus size !! i hope y'all like this and if you'd like to request some stuff you cannnn !!

content warning !: jealous/possesive sex, dub-con into consensual, choking, creampie, kinda predator/prey?, and use of "mommy" !

synopsis: reader stumbles upon an empty house with a lonely brahms, he hasn't come into contact with anyone since greta. though there's something different about you, once he gets his hands on you you're never leaving.

It had been such a long time since Brahms had seen anyone enter his home, after Greta he didn't really want anyone to be there. Yet when he saw you standing in the doorway, your soft figure glancing around the house confused, he was immediately enamored.

It was impossible for him to take his eyes off of you as you walked through the halls, occasionally calling out to see if anyone was occupying the house. He noticed the way your body shivered from your rain soaked clothes. Wishing that he could make you shiver with pleasure, but no, he needed to wait. The last thing Brahms wanted to do was scare you away.

The first night you stayed in the house, Brahms made sure his presence wasn't known. He watched you toss and turn in your sleep through the walls, the underwear you had on perfectly accentuating your round ass. The sight had him all worked up, he wanted nothing more than to take you in your sleep. But he didn't mind waiting, it just made him more excited for the moment to arrive.

The next few days you noticed strange things happening throughout the house. Doors being left open, loud footsteps creaking down the halls, and soon a porcelain doll appearing in random areas of the house. You really should have been scared for your life, a doll moving around the house as if it were alive? That's something no normal person wouldn't be afraid of.

It didn't bother you though, you found it quite endearing. Taking care of it as if it were your own child, and carrying it around with you while you did mundane things like chores. He had even caught you holding the doll on your hip, while preparing yourself some breakfast. Brahms could feel his heart growing soft for you, unlike something else, which was growing harder by the minute. While you were in your room, lounging around in sweats and a tank top, you heard what sounded like a child's voice.

'Mommy, please come help me.'

You froze in your spot. 'There's no way in hell a child could be in here right?' Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, it sounded like they were coming for you. Your brain goes into fight or flight mode, and there's only one thing you can think of doing. You jump off the bed and run out of the room, practically flying down the hallway. The steps only get closer and louder. You can hear your heart beating loudly in your ears as you run down the steps.

'Please the door is so close.' It's so close you can almost reach it, but before you do a strong pair of arms wraps themselves around your waist. You scream out for help, hoping anyone will hear and come save you. Then it hits you, you're in the countryside...no one will be able to help. Brahms' large hand wraps itself around your throat, silencing your desperate pleas for help.

"Mommy, you can't leave me like that. I need you so badly, I promise you I'll be a good boy."

The child's voice you heard earlier, it had come from a grown man. Specifically a grown man that was rutting his hardened cock up against your plump ass and choking you out. His tone had an innocence to it—but what he was doing to you was nothing of the sort.

His hands were all over your body, not allowing himself to miss a single inch. Once he got his fill he turned you around and lifted you up into his arms like it was nothing, his strength sent a chill down your spine. He had the ability to pick you up like nothing, the thought of what other things he could do to you scared you.

You try to escape from his hold, squirming and wriggling around in his arms. He doesn't budge though and instead he throws you onto the bed, staring at your body. Your chest heaving up and down from the previous attempt at escaping. He wastes no time in tearing your clothes off of your body, leaving you naked and vulnerable under him.

Brahms pulls his cock from out of his trousers, the tip a bright red and his balls dragging from being so full. His mushroom head slides against your clit, gathering your slick and lubing himself up. A small moan escapes you due to the friction. His hands grab your thick thighs and push them towards your shoulders, putting your pussy on full display for him.

"Brahms...please. You can't do this."

He ignores your cries and lines himself up at your entrance. His head prodding at your hole and slipping in. "Ahhh Brahms!—" It takes a moment for you to adjust to his size, your hole clenches around him and it takes everything for Brahms not to start pounding into you mercilessly.

His grip is rough and bruising, you're sure it'll leave marks later. The tighter he grabs and pinches at your thighs the wetter you get. You lay there, allowing him to have his way. There's no way you'll lie and say it doesn't feel good, you're practically dripping all over his cock. The way his dick hits your cervix just right makes your vision blurry and star filled.

It only takes a few more thrusts before you're sent over the edge of your own orgasm. Babbling about how good his cock feels and how he's 'such a good boy'. The simple words of encouragement make Brahms fuck into your gushy pussy harder. His pace becomes animalistic, and knowing that he already made you cum, he begins chasing his own high.

The porcelain mask slipping up just enough for him to plant small but wet kisses on your neck. His balls slap against your ass, making you whine from slight pain. "Brahms baby, cum inside of mommy. I'm begging you, I need it."

With your words, his cum spurts deep inside of you, filling your pussy to the brim. His face nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck.

"Mommy's so good, feels so good. Please don't ever leave me Y/N, I need you with me forever."

The high pitched voice he had before disappeared, now replaced with his real voice, gruff and deep. You tangle your hands through his curly dark brown locks, smiling to yourself at the man on top of you.

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yazminbraginski · 1 month ago

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Flaco — mon laferte |

lyrics in english:

- who is going to love you just like I do?

- I like to wake up and just see you asleep.

- but im far away and sad

- I wish to hug you

- and get entangled... with you.

RAAHGG I LOVE THIS SONG!!! I hope yall like this :]

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yazminbraginski · 1 month ago

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"with the United States still neutral (ww2), many Americans crossed the border and joined the Royal Canadian Air Force to learn to fly and fight". and a cana of similar help.

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yazminbraginski · 1 month ago

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Anybody watching the IIHF games lately lol

more under the cut !

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yazminbraginski · 1 month ago

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just boyfriends :3

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yazminbraginski · 2 months ago

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Can I get 1p Canada for the NSFW alphabet please?

Read more is here for now so people don’t accidentally read this kind of content without wanting to

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

• He is the absolute sweetest when it comes to aftercare. He’ll run them a bath, make sure they drink sometimes, compliment and praise them, he’s always the nicest person with aftercare.

B - Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• He likes his legs, he’s pretty toned underneath all the baggy clothes since he plays ice hockey which you (apparently, don’t quote me) need strong legs for and he’s proud of himself for it

• He’s a thigh man, he sees it as: the bigger thighs, the better

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

• Again with the thighs, he absolutely loves cumming on them especially if they give high a thigh job, it’s his favourite

D - Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

• Will keep people’s clothes if they leave it and go home, he has a small collection of random things from people he’s slept with that they never came back to collect

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

• He experienced enough that he knows what he’s doing, he always makes sure to know what the other person wants beforehand though

F - Favorite position (This goes without saying)

• Mating press, he likes having some underneath him like that

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

• Not really humorous or serious, he’s very relaxed about everything and hopes it calms any nerves that they may have

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

• He’s pretty well groomed, he trims whenever needs be, it’s the same colour as his hair

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

• He’s usually quite intimate with people, he wants to make them feel good and loved so he makes an effort to be romantic

J - Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

• Whenever he’s hard, doesn’t really have a timeline, it’s not all that often though

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Role Play

• Hair Pulling

• Creampies

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do)

• He doesn’t really mind if it’s his room or theirs, it’s mostly wherever they’re most comfortable that he cares about

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

• Any kind of neck kisses, he’s absolutely weak for them

N - No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Not into cuffs, they just end up making his wrists ache and he can’t focus of anything but that so he’s not a fan of them

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

• Prefers to give, he’s an absolute service top, and he’s very skilled

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

• He defaults to something slow but rough, is always happy to change it up if they ask him to

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

• He’s indifferent, he doesn’t like or dislike them, he won’t complain about one

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

• He can usually tell if he’ll like something at the start of it so it really is based off of that first mention of it

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

• 4 or 5 rounds and then he’s out, he’s usually very overstimulated by that point anyway

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

• He has one or two toys, not many, they’re for himself. If the other person wants to use them then he’d get them their own.

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

• Not much of a teaser

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

• He’s not that loud, the occasional moan and heavy breathing is the most

W - Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

• Has to use stimulants sometimes because antidepressants make it difficult for him to stay hard, he’s not really embarrassed by it

X - X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

• A little bigger than average, around 6 inches, quite thick.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

• It’s higher than most countries, he’s pretty unashamed about it

Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• Only falls asleep if he has nothing else to do, usually he lets the other person rest while he does something like making a meal or cleaning

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yazminbraginski · 2 months ago

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Happy Canada day to all the Canadians out there!

Happy birthday to every Canadian! Canada can share his cake with all of you and no one else!

at all!

Transcript:

Mexico: It's Canada day! July is about Canada and NO ONE else at all- We have to go find him!

America: hey-

Mexico: Happy birthday to my favorite northern neighbor, Its so cool how you're the only birthday in July! Chu~

Mexico: Right? So cool! And you can have this whole cake all just for you- This fucker can just stay quiet for 3 more days right, Canada?

Canada: Y-yeah thanks Mexico...

America: Sigh...

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yazminbraginski · 2 months ago

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America is in the background screaming for Russia to get away from Canada while everyone else holds him back

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yazminbraginski · 2 months ago

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Hoy hace 7 años que llegué a Tumblr. 🥳

#7 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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yazminbraginski · 2 months ago

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☆ Hetalia Masterlist ☆

America (Alfred F. Jones)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Bomber Jacket - Fem!Reader (SMUT)(MDNI)

Summary: Cleaning out your shared closet with your boyfriend leads to the discovery of his old bomber jacket, a jacket that you think looks a bit too good on him. So good that you can't keep your hands to yourself and one thing leads to another.

Smut Headcanons - Fem!Reader

Summary: A short, smut-filled ramble in the form of headcanons. (SMUT, MDNI)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

England (Arthur Kirkland)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

Canada (Matthew Williams)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

Russia (Ivan Braginsky)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Smut Headcanons - Fem!Reader

Summary: Just me rambling about my smut headcanons for Russia. SMUT, MDNI

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Dating Headcanons - Male!Reader

Summary: A short list of dating headcanons for a male reader and Russia.

France (Francis Bonnefoy)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

China (Wang Yao)

None yet!

Italy (Feliciano Vargas)

None yet!

Germany (Ludwig Bieldschmidt)

None yet!

Japan (Kiku Honda)

None yet!

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yazminbraginski · 2 months ago

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sure thing !! and happy new years to you too 🥂 here you go anons <3

{ request } allies x emotional! reader ♡

type • nsfw content , crying during sex , comfort , reaction , they/them pronouns used

author's note* thanks for requesting! part one with the axis is here

america/alfred f. jones

he stops and says something like: "woah...dude, did i do something wrong?"

externally he seems collected about it, trying to stay calm (and still) so he doesn't escalate the situation

but inside, he's anxious. he's preparing himself to apologize for hurting them

when his partner tells him that everything's just fine, he feels as though a weight was just lifted off his shoulders

he clings to them as he continues, not at all intending to loosen his tight embrace on their waist...

england/arthur kirkland

he focuses on trying to get them to relax so he can let them tell him exactly how they feel

not being all that great at expressing these types of intense emotions himself, england can understand how they could feel this way

it makes him feel quite good to be honest...

that being said, he asks politely if he can continue. once given consent, they can expect england to go right back to what he was doing; speaking nothing but praise to them to make them feel that much better

france/francis bonnefoy

being a romantic person, france can access that they might be feeling this way because of how intense the energy is

this is the first thought that pops into his mind. however, being a good partner means checking in with them.

he gives them a little bit of room to feel what they feel. letting them cry while he moves up to their forehead, planting a soft kiss there.

he's such a "tell me where you need me" type of man.

they'll tell france when , where and how they want it and he'll do it in a heartbeat

canada/matthieu williams

upon hearing that first little sob, a million "sorry" 's spill out from his lips

he gives them a few small , short kisses to show how sorry he is

they need to be careful with how they tell him about how good he feels

it can turn him from an apologetic mess to someone who can hardly hold back 💁🏾‍♀️

russia/ivan braginski

he'll ask "do you want me to stop?" , "does it hurt?" but if they say no to that, he'll ask why they are crying

he slows down, looking at them with a serious expression. he needs to know if he can continue

he listens to their explanation, becoming uncharacteristically bashful as they tell him more and more about how good he feels

finding himself gaining a bit of an ego boost, russia takes it upon himself to start right back up again—he's secretly hoping they continue to praise him like that

china/yao wang

feeling the slightest bit of anxiety that he might have hurt them, china stops and checks in with them

"is there something else you would like to do?" he wraps his arms around them in a comfortable embrace.

when they tell him that they still want to keep going, he curses himself for potentially ruining the moment.

but there's not much time to dwell on that...he has someone waiting for him ;)

he kisses the tears on their face away as he hurriedly continues

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